FO and Allies | To Rise Above, Soar

[Ara Zambrano]

Neo-Polis
The Vex Estate​

Music and light poured out onto the streets of Halycon, the Vex Estate alive with the sound of revelry and celebration. The evening’s festivities were well in swing by the eleventh hour of the evening, dusk having swept across the sprawling mansions and lavish estates that dotted the countryside not far from Theatre, the arts and entertainment district deep in the heart of the capital. A planet that thrived on wealth, greed, and industry was a wash of juxtaposition, the gilded and opulent parliament halls resting alongside the Eastern Precinct, the lawless sector that sprawled just beyond the civilized confines of the city.

Thus, such a paradigm of contrast was brought into the fold of the First Order’s authority, the autocratic regime quashing the rising dissention of the Free Polis Army, returning the Neo-Polis government to the height of its prosperity. And so, they celebrated.

The Invitation:

Spoiler

In the forefront of the evening’s revelries was the promotion of key First Order personnel, not least among them the promotion of Carlyle Rausgeber to Grand Admiral. The ceremony had been as brief as one could expect for such a prestigious occasion, the honorees representing the height of the First Order Government and Military sectors, men and women of the highest commendation recognized publicly for their contributions. A moment taken for the pride and prowess of the First Order, now melting into the jubilant celebrations of a people left to an evening full of drinks, music, laughter, and companionship.

”Correlian Brandy, please. Neat.”

A flirtatious smile ensured the beverage offered was slightly larger pour than the young Zeltron bartending might otherwise have provided, the Arch-Queen’s fingers curling around the crystal glass with a nod of appreciation as she moved away from the small bar to allow others their chance to partake in the libations provided. The melodious combination of a piano and a small stringed instrument the woman was unfamiliar with filled the small side parlor with a soft, lilting song that tugged on the heartstrings yet inspired hope.

A quick movement of the hand nipped a small canape from a passing tray, the moment taken to cast her gaze across those gathered in the salon and even beyond the arched entryway, the entirety of the estate open to the enjoyment of the invitees. A small smile tugged up the corners of her mouth while she considered whether her own personal invitations would be answered. Two richly enveloped envelopes had been delivered to the desk of the Dark Lord of the Sith, one personally inscribed to [member="Darth Carnifex"] himself. It had seemed a polite gesture to extend an invitation to her grandfather, despite the rather complicated relationship he shared with the Order itself. Although contrived, a public exile tended to put a damper on one’s relationship.

The second letter had been identical to the first, same rich paper and intricate handwritten, addressed rather vaguely to the Lady of Secrets. Kaine Zambrano would know to whom she meant the invitation for, although whether [member="Taeli Raaf"] herself would dare make an appearance, disguised or not, Ara was rather eager to discover. A gesture made out of amusement and a tinge of challenge, the sheer thought of the Jedi’s expression upon receiving it had been well worth the effort.

OOC Information:​

This thread is open to all First Order members and characters who could be considered allies of the FO. It will not be DMed by me, it is strictly a move at your own pace, mingle, and enjoy sort of thread. Dinner, drinks, music, dancing….it’s completely up to you! Please feel free to join and enjoy a bit of a light-hearted social thread.

It is taking place en media res, in the middle of the event. The promotions ceremony has already taken place, so feel free to pick it up from where ever you would like. Just have fun.

PM me here or on Discord if you have any questions!

 

[Progflaw99]

”Correlian Brady, please. Neat.”​

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The Moff's eyes were drawn to the strangely familiar voice a few meters away. Non-government, definitely not military. *Unusual.* he mused. It wasn't difficult for the Minister of Security to learn much about a person at a glance. The way they carried themselves, their posture, subtle undertones of their voice. This one was different though. *Murky* thought Dante to himself. With a twist of the glass in his hand the ice and amber liquid swirled before being raised to his lips. He savored the flavor, a distant memory coming to the forefront of his mind - no, he knew who she was. Slowly but surely a name began to form in his mind. *A Zambrano.* A crooked smile briefly flashed across his features before resuming their naturally neutral state. He observed the woman for a moment longer, his brief attempt at analyzing her behavior largely ineffective, but something had changed since the last time the two had crossed paths. He remembered the musty smell of the jungle as he'd hiked through it, the burn of his legs after ascending the extensive stairway to the Bastion - a disciple of the Supreme Leader or not, it was a memorable experience.

In short order, Ms. Zambrano had made her way across the room, snagging something from a tray before coming to a halt near one of the ornate pillars around the central room. There she paused, as if looking for someone specific. It was then his feet began to carry him in her wake. Carefully he navigated around several groups of talking dignitaries and attendees - some in uniform, others in regal gowns and dresses. *Dosuun High Society no doubt.* He would have sneered at the thought, but instead he assumed a gentle smile.

"Nice night for an event, don't you think Ms. Zambrano?"

His steps had led him just to the woman's side, glass switching hands as he extended the other in greeting.

"Decent turnout so far - expecting someone specific?" he said, nodding towards the arches towards the entrance. An almost knowing grin spread across his features. Even the unknown could come to light, if one feigned knowledge. At very least, it was one method of discovering her interest. Collecting information was one of his strengths. How she responded should likely tell him what he needed to know, and if not? Every action was a move in a perpetual game of chess, each feint revealing another weakness, another move to be made. Social events were rife with maneuvering - this was no different.

[member="Ara Zambrano"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

Another First Order ball. This time however it was taking place in a different city, in a different building. Maybe the event itself would be different. Normally she'd be asked for credits for donation and then spend her time with her own date or whomever else that she had brought with her. There was hardly any interaction at all with members of the First Order. And with [member="Veiere Arenais"] awaiting judgement, she just couldn't be seen with him. The publicity would just not do her any good.

Kay left messages for both [member="Connor Harrison"] and [member="Adron Malvern"] of her intention of going, as well as to other members of her close circle. At this point in the game, she couldn't risk losing a powerful ally, even if her people were hardly an afterthought. Connor and Adron had been advising her of late, the latter even gaining his own office and title for it. The Galactic Empire was gracious enough to lend him out to her for the time being.

It wouldn't do good for her to arrive at such an event with a date other than her husband. She was still married afterall, still devoted to him. But right now public pressure was keeping her seperate from him. She had to put her people before herself. At no other time was it more difficult than now.

So Kay arrived at Neo-Polis ahead of time, wearing a stunning gown that was sure to attract attention in the evening hours. Two uniformed guards flanked her, though they kept themselves at a good distance. She didn't like to feel encroached upon and smothered.

Once at the venue, she allowed security to check her identification before stepping inside. Already she was searching for tea. Hopefully there was some available.

Hopefully.

[member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Dante Calgar"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

[SIZE=11pt]Perhaps one of the events he enjoyed least in the galaxy, Balls and Galas had never held much appeal to the High Moff. However, when Kay extended an invitation out to the man, he was keen to accept. Having been appointed to Royal Advisor of Commenor, it would do well for him to be seen in public with the Queen. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The speeder touched down on the landing pad, only a few yards from the main entrance where already a small crowd was beginning to form. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced over to the entrance, letting off a soft exhale as he did. Perhaps the evening would hold some interest, and not be muddled with the dreary salt of politics. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The driver moved to open the speeder door, allowing Adron to step out of the speeder and onto the platform. It would have been in good taste to wear his Imperial Uniform, yet for this occasion he decided to take on the mantle of a Count once again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A black suit, adorned with a small cape that reached down to Adron’s mid-back, was accented with royal blue designs, matching that of Serrenno’s nobility. It was rather flashy, and to some it could be seen as a had bit eccentric, yet tradition was tradition. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Adrob submitted to the security check, having left his own lightsaber behind for the evening. He was quickly ushered in, and the evening was set to begin. His eyes took to the room, immediately finding who he was looking for. Kay stood, apparently searching for someone or something. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Closing the distance between the two, he would speak up once he was close enough. “Perhaps the evening will hold some interest, if the present company is kept up.” He greeted, offering a soft bend at the waist as he bowed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Lady Kay"][/SIZE]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

[member="Ra'a'mah"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

Representing: Commenor Systems Alliance​

Neo-Polis​

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Kei enjoyed invitations.

The First Order were holding a Gala. Kei was unsure if it was a ball, a party or something different but he knew that it was polite to attend. Kay had afterall invited him and he felt rude turning down the invitation. Therefore he had aranged transport and a had downloaded a new suit on his holoprojector belt and actually bothered to make his hair look presentable using a range of products that someone had delivered to his penthouse.

Freebies were always useful.

Kei had invited his master to the ball along with him. She was always good at public image, she was good at blending in unlike Kei. Ra'a'mah would be able to offset Kei's awkwardness by just being herself, her personality would distract people from Kei. She would be able to answer most of the questions unlike Kei, he would just wonder around with no idea what to say. He really wasn't looking forward to communicating with people.

Kei walked into the building, stood besides Ra'a'mah but not quite touching her. He looked around the room, fingers pushing his fringe from his face. He moved towards a free table, assuming his mentor was following him. He watched as two waiters pulled out chairs and placed drink menu's down in front of the duo once they had sat. He had no idea how to act at public functions, he just hoped Ra'a'mah could cover for him.

Maybe Adron was around. The man was another man who Kei had met through Ra'a'mah. He was yet another learner of Ra'a'mah, a Moff within the Galactic Empire. He seemed to have mastered the art of the public image, of the social interaction. Kei knew he had been invited as an advisor of Queen Kay of Commenor, he just didn't know if the man had turned up. He really hoped, the man was quite good company.

"Corellian Whiskey. Neat"

 

[Progflaw99]

"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."​

~ Michael Corleone, The Godfather​

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It was thus Lyra found herself mingling with the social elite of the First Order. At least, some of them. So far she'd managed to brush shoulders with a handful of wealthy landowners from Dosuun, and a few leaders in the trade industry. Had she really been interested in establishing business ties in this sector of space, Lyra might have paid more attention or spent more time but as it was, there were bigger fish to fry. Bigger fish which had yet to materialize it seemed. From her perch on the balcony, she scanned the crowd, noting the presence of at least two known figures - that of the Minister of Security, and the Arch-queen of Panatha. It was no secret the woman was related to their own Dark Lord, Kaine Zambrano - how exactly Lyra couldn't recall but with so many offspring over the years it was hard to keep track. This time she was here of her own accord, no mandate from those she considered her superiors, no instruction from her Master @Tirdarius. Though she wouldn't find it odd had he been there, or even managed to find a way to observe her comings and goings - but it was far more likely she was insignificant to escape such close observation. For now.

Switching the wine flute from her right hand to her left, she reached into the small clutch at her elbow, fingers grasping a small compact. With a gentle flick of her finger it opened. Raising it to her eye, she appraised her eyeliner again - a nervous tic she'd developed over the last year. Makeup had never been her strong suit. Tilting her head in a few different directions, she smiled before snapping the compact shut and replacing it. She'd done well, or at least she was satisfied with her appearance. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as her usual street clothes, but it held a certain sort of regale. That was undeniable. The dress she'd chosen was an obsidian purple, the material shimmering in the light from the chandeliers above. Sequins - a bold move, but one that suited her well. Given the setting, she fit right in without appearing too tacky.

Scanning the groups below, Lyra leaned against the rail as she sipped the almost clear wine. The rumors had been true, the First Order didn't cut corners with their liquor and their parties. How exactly they managed to fund such extravagance was a question many wondered and few knew. It might be something worth investigating should she find the time. Absentmindedly she bit the inside of her cheek as her gaze fell upon the Arch-queen of Panatha, lingering for a moment. The history there was largely unknown, Kaine Zambrano's exile from the planet rumored to be a ploy. In either a well orchestrated or incredibly wise move, the First Order had installed a relative of the Dark Lord upon the throne - though the exact details of her rule were unknown. Lyra had even heard whisper of the term "Puppet queen". Of course she'd never dare give voice to it herself. Standing there, leaning, she watched as a few more recognizable faces appeared. Lady Kay of Commenor, along with a varied entourage. Silently Lyra continued observing for the moment, content to wait and watch.

[member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Dante Calgar"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kei Raxis"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

 

[Riamah]

The last time Ra had been to a ball was a few years ago. This was not something she did frequently. When it happened though, Ra did her best to present an acceptable image of herself and act with professional behavior. Kei Raxis was a member of Commenor and she was his plus one to this event. It made her feel good to be invited to this and hoped she didn't prove to disappoint anybody.

Arriving with Kei, they walked in together. She wore colors she was almost used to wearing these days. A long, formal, blue dress with gold gems and embroidery across the bottom and her torso. The skirt was a dark blue, not so dark as to be navy. Almost a royal blue that was the color the Coalition she was a member of liked.

In the time that had passed since her last ball had changed her. Now she was a known name and face with almost every government, only one or two had not had any contact with her. As a merchant, she would most likely be welcomed anywhere. Now having had any previous contact with the First Order, perhaps being here would prove fortuitous.

She allowed Kei to lead her to a table and sat down with him. It took him only a moment to decide on a drink and only a moment longer for her to do the same.

"So, what now?"

It was said with a small bit of humor, meeting his eyes for just a moment before turning to take a look at the people around them.

 

[Connor Harrison]

It took a little longer than expected to decide what to do when the Queen of Commenor contacted Connor about attending the First Order ball. There was the need to be neutral eyes and ears around the Queen at such a dangerous time for her rule, and the stability of a Core nation, but also that of returning to a system he had once served.

His mind was made up. He had served both sides of the Force and seen both sides of the war that was never-ending. He was beyond all of that now - he was serving the galaxy, serving himself and serving the Force that had kept him alive. Taking one of the Commenor shuttles on reciept of the Queen's message, he made good time getting to Neo-Polis and the Vex estate where the festivities were taking place. He changed his tunic to the neutral navy blue, but retained the crimson cloak. It was neither brimming with the look of a Jedi nor Sith; it was the unique look he chose to simply represent himself.

The estate was bursting with atmosphere; lights, music, colours, conversation, crowds. The First Order, as much as their tight-fisted regime rule with nothing but ruthlessness, they certainly fronted grandeur to put on a show.

Connor walked through to the front entrance and waited in line to pass with his identification, which he matched with the personal seal from the Queen herself to allow him ease of passage around Commenor. It was his way in, to show his standing with one of their own allies in the Core. While his identification would possibly cause a few ripples, he doubted anyone would want to remember or care the insignificant former Jedi who they once hunted. Now, he was not that man.

With a nod of the head, the Master took his identification and papers and passed through, looking only for the Queen. She was in conversation with another not far away from the entrance, and he made his way over to catch the end of the conversation. Was this a potential suitor for her affection? A First Order officer trying to gain knowledge?

"Yes, I rather think it will," he said as an introduction, standing tall and flashing a smile at the Queen.

He turned to the suave-looking gentleman beside her.

"Connor Harrison. A pleasure, mister...?"

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

No tea. At least not yet. Perhaps it was too early in the evening. Or perhaps there wouldn't be any at all. So what to have instead? Kay chewed the inside of her cheek a little as she thought it over. Maybe some brandy. Commenori brandy was nice, though she wasn't certain that any of it was here.

[member="Adron Malvern"] soon approached. She tilted her head to the side a bit and then bowed her head. "These balls are usually quiet. But important in their own way. Thank you for coming. You look very much the part of your new role. It suits you." Makes him look less intimidating too. That in itself was a good thing while they were in the territory of a superpower at war.

And then [member="Connor Harrison"] approached them. He certainly had a unique style all his own. Kay found it amusing that both had arrived wearing capes. Is that the new style? She didn't bring anything to cover her shoulders, not even a shawl. Hopefully the weather doesn't get too chilly. At least she planned on staying indoors for the evening. Kay bowed her head to him with a small smile to him. At least with the two of them, there was less of a chance of her being left on her own. Company was always nice. "Connor, this is my new Royal Advisor, [member="Adron Malvern"] . " Connor of course was another one that she consulted with for advice. Though he was less stationary in his movements.

[member="Kei Raxis"] , followed a bit behind by Ra were spotted amongst the people. It was a good thing to see him out of that strange armour. Hopefully he could control his anger.

[member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Lyra Naerys"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

[SIZE=11pt]Adron offered the Queen a smile in return of her words. “The uniform gets old, I suppose. Besides, I am here as your guest, not an envoy of the Imperial Military.” He explained to her, just as he saw her eyes turn to an approaching voice. Turning to the man, Adron was silent as Kay introduced him to the arrival. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The pleasure is mine.” Adron said, bowing his head once again in a silent greeting. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]After a moment, he glanced around the room a bit, spotting Kei and Ra in attendance as well. It brought him a bit of comfort to know he was among a familiar crowd. Turning his attention back to the duo in front of him, Adron spoke with a tone of contentment. “Well. I believe a drink would be appropriate?” He asked Kay, before turning to Connor with an inviting tone. “You will join us, of course? A friend of Lady Kay’s is a friend of mine.”[/SIZE]

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Connor Harrison"] @Ra'a'mah @Kei Raxis

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

It had been awhile since Jorryn had been able to attend a proper event by herself, just to have a nice night out instead of working with the Saaraisash. She did enjoy working with the organization, the way people shake when they see an Inquisitor knocking on their door never got old for the Echani. However she would rather spend more time on her own than she typically did, preferring not to always have the Lord Inquisitor peering over her shoulder ever so often. Her hand reached back to rub her neck as she attempted to properly relax herself, her free hand lifting the invite as she leaned over the stone railing of the Estate.

There were a few people that the acolyte would call associates in the First Order, but she never expected to receive an invitation to such an event. Jorryn was publicly a member of the Saaraisash so it didn't slip her mind that someone from their ranks could have wanted a new Inquisitor to consider them a friend, an assuredly useful position to know someone in.

Still, this could be a nice opportunity to do something similar for herself. Jorryn wasn't altogether too familiar with the First Order as a whole, keeping her nose focused in the internal workings of the Sith Empire was her job of course. Still making some friends with some of their ranks couldn't hurt if the time ever rose that she needed those connections for better or for worse.

With a sigh the Echani downed the rest of her Corellian Blue before making her way back into the crowd, heading directly towards the bar for a second drink. She wore a simple backless black dress to the event, letting her own elegance outshine her outfit. The onyx necklace she wore drooped down to her collarbone as she fiddled with it using her free hand. Her arms curled up against the countertop of the bar as she brought the bartender's attention to her as she waved the empty glass around in the air.

"I'll take another one of these."

Her back turned against the bartender as she waited for him to fetch her beverage, staring out at the crowd to look for anyone that may seem worth her time. For now Jorryn would simply enjoy the pulsing music and the energetic aura of it all, soaking it in as she stood to the side. As she watched her hands impatiently began to fiddle with the silver bracelets that adorned her right wrist, wringing them between her fingers as she watched.

She really didn't like the office.

 

[The Major]

Posturing, inconsistent curs made their vile presence known. Like maggots squiggling through fetid wood and cloth, the hangers-on and galactic passerbys made their feeble attempts at presentation. And on this day, a day designed to celebrate the First Order’s triumph -a day to consecrate the sacrifices of this mighty nation to the cause of civilizing the savage, downtrodden worlds- these veritable motes clung to the massive, progressive cause that was the Order’s mantle. A woman looked left, expressionless; her blue eyed gaze tilted right, containing the ire behind a thin veneer. Sweeping slightlines like a sentry she noted accomplices, acquaintances, and some faces that had earned themselves a reputation as at least a moderate player on the scene -that itself no small feat in a galaxy so vast.

The FOSB Deputy Director of Operations made a mental note of where Security Minister Calgar was talking with some yokel in the room. Now was the great undertaking of stealth and dexterity: the Major moved down and to the other side of the hall quietly, hoping to not encounter him at all. As her boss, what other conversation could they exchange besides the banality of work. Rationalizing was cheap, and in this case she rationalized that he more or less felt the same way. In a way, she was saving him the trouble of some awkward pleasantry. This inkling of emotion was especially reinforced by a very specific meeting but a few weeks ago with a certain head of state -the content of which bore heavily on her mind as the mission continued. Technically, the enemy was occupying this very same hall, and if the woman’s suspicious were to be believed, among one of the more influential members of either the Army or Navy.

Salvation was near as she pulled two glasses of dark wine to her person from a passing servant tray. Standing tables were arrayed near one of the bars, and it offered a decent view across the hall while hiding one behind layers of crowd. The Major prepared a bit of guile to cement the intent of anti-socialization: placing the second glass across from her table as though to make it seem like there was another person standing there. It was the kind of surface that was designed only to accommodate a pair of people, and while this wouldn’t be enough to derail some creeper who paid enough attention, it should be sufficient in ensuring that no casual passerby could stop to provide noisome commentary or some pathetic opening line. That was the theory at least. There was as secondary benefit, and that was avoiding the need to chase down a waiter for a second round of libations. With that in mind, she put the glass to those ruby adorned lips and indulged in the bitter, deep, and rich flavor passing from her tongue to her throat.

She had considered dressing like a man to this event or perhaps casting an illusion to hide her presence, but the strain -which to be fair was little- would provide to slight an advantage. Instead, she shod herself in a red, fitted pant suit of crimson. While black would be more fitting for her grave mood the color reminded her of someone no longer bearing the weight of existence. This was accompanied with a simple white blouse buttoned to a fashionable level and a pair of Chelsea boots with a very diminished heel, since gawking about in heels at her height would only serve to draw attention. A clutch of dark leather contained her glasses -should the need arise, and another few bits of tech that may come in helpful. The woman’s auburn hair was arrayed in such a way as to cover her left eye. One might think she would have to deal with a minor annoyance all night then, but really, the design covered an embroidered patch and wrapping that was fastened about her head. Incidentally, the Deputy Director had suffered some sort of grievous injury to her left eyeball recently. While still recovering it looked like boiled mess, and so this was the best she could do. The pain relievers could had been having an adverse weight upon her mood as well. Nevertheless, the Major had made it to the after party and kept to her sullen sulking for now.

 

[Samka Derith]

If there was one surefire way to destroy the First Order, Samka Derith reflected, blow up one of these festivities from orbit and watch the empire collapse from the obliteration of half its leadership.

Perhaps it spoke to how much she'd changed that she was bitterly remarking on the events. Several years past she'd spent the opportunity excitedly tailing [member="Lady Kay"], dancing and drinking now... she didn't much care. The glitz, the glamour, even the music which was a passionate interest of hers, it had all gotten boring.

She sat alone on the edge of a stone balcony overlooking the grand gardens several floors up, legs rocking back and forth precariously over the side. Every so often, she'd catch the glance of an onlooker appearing worried or confused at the site of a girl seemingly in her late teens dangling so precariously off the ledge. She'd cast a pleasant smile back, maybe a wave, if she held their eye. She was quite sure of her balance. Between her natural grace, gymnastics training and the Force, she was very secure.

Not that most in attendance would know her connection to the Force. Same as always, the girl was disguised, this time her hair was back to its natural brunette and the corruption of the Dark Side once more hidden away, returning colour to her cheeks and her irises brown once more. She wore a purple dress, one more adult than her usual attire.

Absentmindedly the Ren hummed along with the muffled music coming from inside all the while thinking of what else she could be doing with her time. More training, more missions, doing more to further the cause. She struggled to see the worth of being here.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

The motorcade raced through the city of Neo Polis towards the Vex Estate. In the back seat of an armored limousine speeder, Natasi's eyes flashed red and blue with the strobes of her security escort as she stared out the window at the passing cityscape. It was mildly interesting but Natasi couldn't find much to be interested in. She was internally gathering the strength to face the crowd of people. This would be her first public appearance since the death of her husband at Dagobah, and the truth was she didn't think she was quite ready to face them again. But she had come all this way, so there was no turning back now. And speaking of coming all this way, what was the point of this little jaunt? Why couldn't they do this on a civilized world like Dosuun? The entire First Order establishment had had to uproot and travel, just for a change of scenery.

Ridiculous.

And all this hubbub and expense and inconvenience. For what? Achievement. Prosperity.

It wasn't the First Order that Natasi saw. Not the First Order she built.

"What'd you say?"

Natasi turned her head to see her cousin, [member="Pierce Fortan III"], studying her curiously. "What?"

"You said something. Achievement and prosperity?"

Natasi pulled her invitation out of her handbag and handed it to Pierce. He smirked and handed it back.

"Not too late to turn back," Pierce said.

But it was too late. The limousine had slowed, and her security detail peeled off as the limousine entered the gates of the estate. She was arriving fashionably late -- after the ceremony itself, as she felt that her presence at a uniquely military event would be bothersome for the Ministry of Defense types. Speaking of fashion, the Grand Moff was clad entirely in black, from the dress that clad her slender frame to the few embellishments on her outfit: polished jet earrings and necklace, a platinum and onyx bracelet and ring, and jet comb clips holding her typically reserved Galidraani updo in place. The only thing bright in her repertoire was her diamond tiara, tucked neatly into her chestnut locks.

"I think not," said Natasi. She gave her cousin an appraising look. He wore his dress reds -- so called for the vivid crimson of his formal uniform's jacket and the stripe that went down the pants -- with the appropriate rank insignia and valor medals on his breast. "Your tie is crooked," she informed him dully. A moment later, the door opened and Natasi allowed a security man to help her out. She waited for Pierce to come around and took his offered arm before they mounted the stairs and entered the estate.

Heads turned when they entered; Natasi was gratified that people still recognized her and cared enough to look, but she was also somewhat irritated at the trail of whispers that followed. She snatched a flute of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter as she made her way through the party. She looked around for a friendly face; [member="Dante Calgar"] was there, talking to the Panatha Queen. She caught his eye for a moment, lifting her glass briefly, then continued moving through the party. The Common Queen was there -- as usual, she seemed to be with a posse of some variety. The presence of Moff Malvern made her wonder if [member="Tanomas Graf"] would appear; it would be the first time they had crossed paths face-to-face since -- had it been Omega, really? So much had changed since them.

"Who are all these people?" Natasi asked Pierce, her dark eyes piercing the crowd. Finally, they lit upon [member="The Major"], in a bizarre crimson pantsuit. As much as she would have liked to say hello, for she found the woman to be fascinating if a little strange, it would not do to let Calgar see them rubbing elbows, so she simply made eye contact before continuing on her route. She frowned thoughtfully, lifting her glass to her lips for another sip before turning to Pierce. "That wasn't rhetorical."

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Neo Polis. This planet was the pinnacle of cruelty to the working class, abuse of the citizenry, apathy from the upperclassmen, and discrimination of any and all non-humans. The thought of the place wrinkled her nose. Now, it had been brought into the fold, an official territory of the ever-expanding First Order. Perhaps under their watch the planet would loosen its vice-like grip on its people. The government blamed it on the insurrectionists that continued to plague them, but any sensible person would see through this propaganda.

Madelyn stepped onto the carpet on the front steps of the building. They had landed at the luxurious Vex Estate, home to the dynasty of tyrants that ran this little slice of space. It left a sour taste in her mouth, just looking at the place. She hurried inside, a single security guard and a photographer following behind her.

Her hair was down, a practice she disliked, as it implied a certain... Looseness that she hardly approved of. Nevertheless, her golden locks piled by her shoulders, carefully styled, and a magnificent black dress flowed around her feet as she walked. She felt exposed, out of place. As she stepped across the threshold into the room itself, she followed the gaze of dozens of others to the spot where Grand Moff Natasi Fortan stood with a compatriot Madelyn didn't recognise.

Gesturing for her photographer to follow, she made her way across the room to where the Moff was standing. She wouldn't trouble the woman for long; just some polite small talk, and a photograph for the press.

Stopping a little more than a metre from the Moff and her plus one, she spoke aloud. "It's a pleasure to see you here, Your Excellency."

[member="Natasi Fortan Vitalis"]​

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

The bartender brought Jorryn's attention back to himself with a short word, a glass full of a blue liquid held aloft in his hand gifted to her with a flirty smile that probably earned the Zeltron a good few extra tips typically. The Echani returned the look with a small flick of her amber eyes before taking her leave of the bar, a small spin off the stool to add some flair to her exit.

An outstretched hand did well enough to part the crowd as the Acolyte made her way through, far easier than most of the events she had been to in her times. Perhaps this is what a high class party felt like. The music continued to pulsate throughout the estate as Jorryn made her way to an exit, wishing again for the fresh air instead of sticking to the sweaty military men and women stuff in the Vex Estate.

As she made her way past the final fellow the cool air brushed welcomingly through her silver hair, taking a deep breath as she made her way out of the event hall. The blue drink still in hand as Jorryn looked out towards the parliamentary buildings in the distance, intentionally averting her eyes from the unseemly sight of those that couldn't bother to benefit from such a capitalistic world.

The black sleeves of Jorryn's dress pressed against the familiar stone balcony as she took another sip of her drink, letting her eyes wander until they met an unusual but amusing sight. A young looking girl simply staring out into space, some hint of a noise coming from her in the same tone as the beat of the music. The purple dress was surely a sign that she had been invited to the party, though by the looks of it she hadn't been enjoying it.

"You seem a bit too peaceful to take a leap." The tone came out teasingly as the Echani simply leaned on her left elbow, the right holding her drink in front of her. "Would put quite a damper on the party if you did."

With a small giggle the silver haired Sith took another sip of her drink as she slowly trod alongside the stone railing until she was near [member="Samka Derith"], only her fingers left resting on the surface as she stared out in the direction of the parliament buildings again.

 

[Robogeber]

"Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow."

~Marcus Tullius Cicero

Neo-Polis
The Vex Estate
One Hour Earlier
[member="Kei Raxis"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Natasi Fortan Vitalis"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | @Ra'a'mah
[member="Dante Calgar"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]

For a near hour, Carlyle Edrich Rausgeber, waited for his time in the sun. Although, for this time, and this very moment, he had in fact been waiting for many years. Toiling away beneath the yoke of others. Fighting the dirty, and brutal wars necessary to the First Orders future. Forging a frontier out of the darkness, and carving territory for Sieger Ren. And all of it had lead up to this very moment. The droid reflected upon this quietly as the last accolade, before his was dispatched. Some Neo-Politian bureaucrat, was being promoted to some unimportant political posting. It was more a show of unity for propaganda's sake. That Neo-Polis was being incorporated into the ever budding family of Sieger Ren's order. Never in his life, had Rausgeber ever thought, as some bright eyed Dosuunian cadet, that he would ever be on the cusp of a station of this position. That he would ever be granted a station of such grandeur. Of such renown. He was a war hero. A man whose reputation preceded him across the Galaxy, for better or worse.


Carlyle's thoughts and inner monologues were pulled to a stop, as he was introduced by some Neo-Politan dignitary. "Please welcome, the Grand Admiral to the stage!" The droid pressed himself forward, and approached the stage. Outwardly, he was not a dead man. The echoes and thoughts of a man, slain in battle. The FOSB had performed an immaculate job rendering a skin for Carlyle to wear. The Sixth Fleet's Imperator had not been seen in public, as intimately in the past year. Rumours had swirled amongst the press, government and military. The FOSB had dutifully created a series of unconfirmed rumours to muddy the waters. That Rausgeber was currently apart of an FOSB program. That he had been dispatched to the Ssi-Ruuvi territories, and was performing some form of covert campaign against them. But none would show the truth. That Dosuun's dearest hero. The man who stood against the tide of disorder, and chaos, which swept the Galaxy, was dead.

Now, to those in the crowd, not privy to his appearance, he appeared as he always had been. Greying, blonde hair, and a crisp uniform, glistening white beneath the lighting of the stage. Carlyle Rausgeber, was making his first public appearance since the successful L-49 operation, and the following defence of Varonat. It was an event, many amongst civilian and military circles had waited for. The promotion itself, was a blur. Handshakes were exchanged, a new yellow, blue and red rank plaque was then pinned to his lapel. He was now officially, a Grand Admiral. A rank only the greatest, and best amongst the Galaxy could attain. He now stood amongst the ranks of Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Giliad Pellaeon, Rae Sloane and Miltin Takel.

Now, the droid faced the adoring crowd from his podium, as he was gestured to give a few words, as all recipients of this evenings accolades. Although not exactly the perfect venue, with Carlyle having wanted Dosuun to be his hosts, he would perceive. His features, looking ever youthful, cold blue eyes scanned the crowd, noting various dignitaries and the like. The facades jaw clenched, before it began. "This, truly is one of the greatest honours, a man can behold." The disguise the droid wore, replicating Carlyle's organic, biological vocal cords nigh perfectly as he spoke. No more artificial din to his words. It was almost now, human in nature. "But it would be a total misnomer, for me to accept such a position, without recognition of those, who helped me to achieve it."

There was a pause, and for a minute, Rausgeber swore he could see a rogue Ranulph Gudderian seated, amongst the crowds. "The successes, which have bought me to this position, were not ever the work of one man alone," Carlyle continued, he kept eye contact with his audience, scanning it. He allowed himself to take long pauses between his sentences, for dramatic effect. "An officer is only as strong as his crew. And it is through the strength. The virtue. And the sacrifice of these individuals, I would not be here. We," He gestured to the audience now, as an entity, "Would not be here."

"There is a saying," Rausgeber continued, "Amongst the Sixth Fleet. A mantra if you will, amongst my command. And that is an oath. An oath that in battle the enemy, will remember us." The facade paused again, its teeth clenched, and its body slowly changing, from standing tall, to hunching. "And," Rausgeber's voice changed from a strong authoritative tone. To something, strained. "And I believe it, our duty, and my obligation to the thousands, who gave their lives under my orders. The thousands who stoically remained, until the very end," Carlyle stammered, "We will remember them. For their honour. Their bravery. Their legacy."

"And it is their legacy, which now the Galaxy will remember." His demeanour returned to the defiant tone which he had once held. The one, which was infamously broadcast during the numerous conflicts which had seen a First Order triumph against the best the Galaxy could pit against them. Against anything and everyone from the Ssi-Ruuk, to the Silver Jedi. Alliance, to the Outer Rim Coalition. "With this new rank, this new drive, this new office to serve my people, we," And he gestured to the front row. Filled with officers from the Sixth Fleet. Commanders, commmodores and captains, loyal to Rausgeber. Who had served with him for years now. and captains, loyal to Rausgeber. Who had served with him for years now.

"We will make them remember us." He glowered, snarling to the crowd, rallying behind the familiar nationalist rhetoric. "And we will show those, who stand against decency. Who stand against law and order. Who stand against civilisation, what the First Order means!" He raised an angry fist, rallying the faithful, like a preacher during sermon, "And we will continue to prosecute a war, against those who seek to destroy our identity, our people, our future!"We are the future! And all remaining enemies of the First Order had best remember this, as the last days of their degeneracy!" Rausgeber had reached fever pitch, "Last day of their resistance! Their obstinance in the face of progress!"

Rausgebers fist slammed against the podium. "Because despite all the blood they may draw. Despite all the wounds they may at, all the chaos they may reap, they will never be remembered. Their weakness will plague them forever more. No one will remember the vain. The stupid and the reckless. They are all but lambs to slaughter." He vindictively spat, "But us," He made eye contact with each and every officer, in the front row. Dazzled, and excited eyes, locked with Carlyle's long, drawn out stare, "They will forever remember us." He then suddenly raised his left arm, fist clenched, before standing tall, and looking out upon the adoring crowd. "Hail Sieger!"

​

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Neo Polis
The Vex Estate
Now
Carlyle Rausgeber slowly rebooted after the power change. Plain clothes FOSB, attired as local hospitality staff, resupplied the droid with a new, and powerful battery, to continue his facade. The newly minted Grand Admiral had made his desire to mingle with the crowds evident, and it was something the Bureau, at least at this time was sympathetic for. How would it look for a man of the hour like Carlyle to suddenly disappear at once? An embarrassment, to be sure.

The droid eyed, the technicians as they quickly re attired his tunic around the frail, almost skeletal body which contained his mind. It was a painstaking process. One which demanded attention to deal, less one think any less of him. In the corner of the blocked off room, Carlyle's pale blue orbs locked with that of his prize, Captain Morro. The droid, allowed a soft smile to purse the holographic display, as he was redressed. "How was it?" Carlyle inquired as the final preparations began. "I think it was honestly one of my better ones." He mused. The technicians now finally unpluged the cables connected to his torso, and Carlyle began to undergo his transformation.

Slowly and steadily, as the droid lurched forward towards the heavily pregnant Chiss, pixels surrounded his body. They morphed it. Changed it from the monstrous sentinel droid transformed into Rausgebers once again human form. A hand gestured to Morro's, and clapsed it gently. Now, human looking eyes locked with the red orbs. "We shouldn't keep the masses waiting." He purred to her, before helping her to her feet. The FOSB team, now began to disappear, disassembling their equipment, before Carlyle, Morro in tow entered the hall. It was now time for Carlyle to do something he had never truly done before.

Bask in his own glory.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Lord Lucius of House Cedeno, of the Pacanth Reach formerly, but currently here as one of the delegates of the Sith Empire.

He wore emerald and gold, the twin colors that frequently found their way in House Cedeno's wardrobe- the green pleasant to the eyes, the gold gaudy and flashy to attract the attention that Lucius enjoyed to keep. In truth Lucius did not know if [member="Darth Carnifex"] would show today. It was a complicated state of affairs, deliciously so if he might add. Especially now that one of his grand daughters (oh so many of them, how ever did Kaine keep those separate from one another?) had taken the throne.

At least that part wasn't all too complicated for him.

His loyalty had always been malleable.

Shifting and circling out depending on what fate was spinning next. It was what had caused him to betray the Royals in favor of Kaine and his Imperials, it was what had made him follow Zambrano into the Tingel Arm where he took control of Bastion.

Presumably it will be what would cause Lucius to betray the Dark Lord at some point in the future.

Maybe.

Who could really know what would be profitable in the future, no? "Name?" Lucy blinked and suddenly noticed one of the attendants at the door, peering up at him... they were all so small outside of the Pacanth Reach, it was a fact that he hadn't quite grown used to yet. Small, insignificant, he was quite certain he could crush this man's head with just... a little... pop. But that would be impolite behavior just when Lady Ara had been so pleasant in her invitation, yes?

"Lucius of House Cedeno." The reply came awfully belated, but it was there regardless.

The attendant glanced through his list -- as if there were many of his height, profile, title and blood, but Lucius supposed one could never be careful enough.
What a bother.

It took another minute after which the Lordling was finally allowed in with his own attendants. A glass of champagne was fetched rather quickly, followed by pausing briefly at the atrium while his name was announced to the halls.

Now to see if there was anything interesting here.

[member="Ara Zambrano"]​

 

[Connor Harrison]

A envoy of the Imperial Military? So Commenor’s position with the Empire was as strong as the Queen had said. And a royal advisor to boot. How interesting. The invite was accepted by a small incline of the head.

"I will, thank you."

He gestured ahead with his hand for the trinity to walk through and find the refreshments. Upon arrival, it was evident how many people were here who were Force sensitive, but in various different roles. Military officers and politicians, pilots and security. It was refreshing to see not everyone found themselves aligned with Jedi or Sith, using their Force ability on never-ending battles of who was biggest and baddest this day or that.

Connor caught the eye of a waiter doing the rounds, and presented the two with a tray of drinks. He took a flute and held it in silent cheers. It was no blue milk, but what could you do.

"Tell me, Mister Malvern, how fares the Empire today? I have had little interaction with them, if any at all, yet know they are a strong, surviving order of men and women doing their bit for the galaxy."

He glanced around – the throng of faces and activity was a sensory overload to many, but Connor cut through the noise and found memories linked to people in the room from his past. It was a small galaxy indeed when you came to find yourself in a room with faces from your history. Connor took a sip and felt relaxed and comfortable for once. It felt good finally not trying to be somebody. It felt good to just be him and bask in all he knew and held within to give to others.

[member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member=Ra'a'mah] | [member="Kei Raxis"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

[member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | @Ra'a'mah​

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What now?

It was a fair quesiton. Kei wasn't actually sure what was next, he had never been one for the big ball situations. The last time he had been to a ball would have been back in 845 ABY, the original Free World's when they named a new leader. Kei raised an eyebrow, that was a long time ago. He'd almost forgotten that, so much had changed since he was just a young smuggler, unaware of his lineage or his abilities to use the force.

Kei's eyes darted around. He spotted the Queen of Commenor conversing in the corner. Adron was in the group, as well as a man who Kei had never seen before. He had a small beard, what looked like a cybernetic arm. Kei would have to make his aquaintance at some point, he was obviously a trusted friend of the Queen. Kei sipped his scotch, eyes still darting between members of the First Order, people he didn't know or care for.

Kei turned back to Ra'a'mah, shaking his head. What was he meant to do at a formal event? Then it dauned on him, they needed to fit in somehow and he knew exactly how to do it. He realised exactly how to blend into the formal event, the formal function. He leaned back in his chair, swilling his drink slightly before he took another sip from the glass. He smiled softly, running his free hand through his hair.

"We mingle"